It all started when a devastating category four hurricane blew through the small but quaint beach town of Flag. The hurricane destroyed part of a pier that once reached 800 feet into the ocean. Some of the beachfront homes and businesses were damaged, and part of the beach highway was washed out. After the storm, all the townspeople could do was get their lives back to some form of normal. Some different groups of people got together and cleaned up the debris from the streets and the beach. Business owners did what they had to do to keep their businesses running. With a lot of hard work and dedication, the beach and community were brought back to their peaceful beauty and attracted tourism.
One evening, when the beachfront businesses closed up for the night. Patricia, a young woman who worked at one of the taverns headed for home. She walked along the beach like she did every night but never made it home. The next night, Patricia never showed up for her shift and this concerned her friend and co-worker Janet.
Janet got on the phone and called Patricia’s house.
“Hello…”
“John this is Janet. Is Patricia there?”
“No she never came home last night and I’m worried,” John said. “Did anything happen at work?”
“No, everything was fine when she left. We need to call the police John.” Janet said.
“Yes, I guess you’re right. I’ll call them right away.” John replied.
Shortly after John talked to the police, the police arrived at the tavern where Janet worked and questioned about Patricia and John. Janet had nothing bad to say about the couple and was greatly concerned about her close friend.
It wasn't until the next morning with the sun shining bright, that a couple walking their dog on the soft sandy beach stumbled upon a partially chewed arm. It sat amongst some seaweed about 25 feet from the road. The couple immediately called the police. When the police arrived, they squared off about a 20' by 20' section around the arm to secure the scene.
“I can honestly say that I have never encountered anything like this here before. “ Police officer Jons said.
“Do you think it washed up from the ocean?” Officer Benjamin asked while staring at the severed arm.
“This close to the road? It’s possible but I don’t think so. I’m going to call the chief.” Officer Jons said.
The police chief, sheriff Dunken instructed the officers to photograph the scene and bag the evidence. The officers did just that and took everything to the station to be analyzed. They were able to get prints from the fingers but the person with those prints wasn’t found in the database system. The news of a severed arm found on the beach spread fast and alarmed many of the townspeople. Something like this has never happened in their community. The police worked hard on the case but a week went by with no progress in the investigation.
Around 2 am on a cool moonlit night, a jogger, well known as Philip went for a run. His usual path was down the quiet and dimly lit stretch of road by the beach. He was surprised to see a patch of bright white fog had rolled in. While he jogged through it he heard something come up behind him. Philip glanced over his shoulder when someone or something tackled him. He hit the pavement hard but managed to wrestle his way back to his feet. Phillip darted across the road and down the street to the first house he saw. He stopped at the porch breathing heavily and looked around but didn't see or hear anyone. He heavily knocked on the door with fear when an older gentleman with a cane opened the door.
“Sir I need your help!”
Well please join me tomorrow for the continuation of: The Beast Of Flag Beach.